Here's the tenth chapter to my silvaze fanfiction, Chords and letters! This one is the longest as I've tried to write more in my chapters. Head up, I felt like crying while writing this (also because there was a peaceful love song playing on my music app.) anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Wow, it feels weird, I haven't written in in two weeks. Sorry reader, it's just that I have been really exhausted lately. Tails and Sonic's apartment got cleaned up, me and Blaze have gone shopping quite a lot lately, since she leaves this Thursday, which is about four days away. Blaze was excited and to be honest, I was started to feel excited for her as well, even though she was leaving. She has dreamed of this her whole life, I really shouldn't be getting in the way of things. But even though if I don't tell her about the future of our relationship and what I actually think of her, my head will be kicking itself forever, another opportunity missed. It was always the same with any other girl I was interested in. I think I have the fear of telling people my feelings from past experiences. I had my heart broken one before, and even though it only one small, stupid thing, it still changed me, maybe even forever. I bet your head is screaming at me "what happened" or shit like that, well, it's about time I explained what happened, heck my memory isn't that clear of the situation anymore.

In 11th grade, the school I was in was getting some exchange students from Italy. There were four of them, two girls and two guys, and boy was I glad they could speak English. They were quite sophisticated as well, like the stereotypical French person, however they were quite nice and did act like our age. They weren't posh or anything, they were actually pretty nice to everyone. So, once they were introduced to my home room, our teacher made them introduce themselves, just so the rest of us could actually know them, and to be honest, it was a good decision to make.

However eyes were locked on this one girl. The way she talked, looked and her presence in the room made me feel, well to sum it up I thought she was beautiful. She was a Persian cat with long, majestic black hair. Her eyes were so blue they looked like they were shining. She just seem so... great, no Silver are you kidding, she was way past great. Her name was Abella Martin and she lived around the suburbs in Paris. She was actually pretty rich, a pretty decent two story home with one of the best cars on the market at the time. However, my spine shivered when my teacher said these words to me.

"Silver, is it okay if you could show Abella around the school today?" I honestly didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, one half of me screamed "YES" but the other was quite tedious about it.

"Oh sure Mr Haley." He smiled and walked to the front of the class and dismissed us for the start of another school day. Abella walked up to me, so beautifully.

"Hey there, you must be Silver Hedgehog." her voice was so nice and innocent. "It is a pleasure to meet you." She shook hands and smiles, so did I, trying to act comfortably.

"It's also nice to meet you. I think I already know some things about you."

"Yeah, but zats only one part of me." even though she spoke fluent English, her accent still had a French tone to it.

"So umm... the next class we have now is home economics, maybe you would like to be partners for it?" I asked her, and I was trying so hard not to stutter or anything.

"Yeah sure, don't you have anybody else to go with?"

"No, my best friend is holidaying at the moment. I thought you would like to go with the other exchange students."

"Only if I knew them, we don't really know each other zat much." So basically speaking, she was alone, until she could make new friends, which really wouldn't be so hard for someone like her to do.

We both went to the class and took the closest bench we could find. Sadly, we weren't making anything since it was a theory lesson, which just meant completing some worksheet the teacher gave us and just talk the whole class. We sat down and just stared at the paper for a little while.

"I thought we were meant to be cooking something?" Abella asked me.

"Unfortunately, it's a theory lesson." she nodded back with a slight "oh".

"So, Silver. What do you like doing in your spare time?" she asked, at that moment I was still kinda anxious but I knew if a stayed cool, talking to her would eventually come naturally.

"Oh... well, I'm pretty interested in music, I play guitar and sing, maybe even write my own songs here and there."

"Wow, so you actually make your own songs?" Have you actually made one yet. Something like a single." she was actually interested by this.

"Well, yeah, I've made one. It isn't on iTunes or anything." I said, shyly.

"Really? What's it like. Is it dark, uplifting? Sorry, I'm just really interested in music, I listen to it all the time!" and that was where I felt a connection, we both liked the same things, hobbies and stuff like that.

"Well, kinda dark." I said, she smiled at me. I looked back at that worksheet we were meant to do. "Wow, we have to research about cakes. Don't you seriously just mix egg and two other things." she giggled a bit, it wasn't really that entertaining, I just thought out loud sometimes.

"Yes, very true. It ze simplest recipe anyone can find." We made a few more comments and got lost in each others words. We talked about ourselves. She said that she plays piano and is also interested in becoming an author. All the things she said about herself, she seemed perfect, and such a nice person. I also told her about my interests and my family. How different I feel from them, which was actually another similarity between us. Abella always felt pressured by he family. Her family were experts at business and finance however once she told them she absolutely had no interest in her families occupations, they were a bit irritated at her.

We ended up talking the whole class, it was like we were already best friends, however we did end up not doing the worksheet by completely forgetting about it, but it didn't really bother us, it was just cake.

The next few days or even weeks, we got so close to each other, declaring ourselves as close friends and meeting up with each other on weekends. She said that her temporary family while on the exchange didn't believe that Abella found a close friend in just days from coming to America, but it wasn't in an insulting way, which was a relief to her.

She came over to my house after two weeks, she met my family and everyone was quite nice to her, amen for that. My sister, Daniella, was most interested in Abella. She asked her a lot of questions like "what are the guys like in Paris?" or "how many colors of lipstick are there?" things like that.

She came into my room as well after she met my family.

"Well, here's my room. Nothing really special. At least has a bed."

"Don't all of them?" she giggled. She looked around, seeing my guitar and music sheets and saw my posters of famous singers. "Wow, so this is where you do your thing huh."

"Yeah, sure is!" I said to her, sitting down with her on my bed. Thank god my room was clean at that time. She saw some papers on the draw next to the side of the bed, it was music lyrics I was writing the other day, I was kinda irritated that I didn't get rid of that early.

"May I read this Silver?" she asked, I nodded, I had too. She read them carefully and seemed pretty interested in it. "Wow, this... this is so good. You should really perform this kind of stuff."

"Nah. I'm not really good with performing in front of crowds." I could tell she was about say another point in why I should, but it looked like she changed her mind on what to say back.

"You know... I've never actually heard you sing. Sure, I've heard you play guitar but not sing a song." She said, which was basically a hint for me to play it right in front of her.

"So your telling me to play for you, right now?" She nodded, with a smile on her face. I couldn't resist it, I walked over to the other end of the room and started singing the song that she pointed out. She sat there, I expected her to be uninterested at my singing and stuff but, she was actually quite intrigued by it. She started swaying a little, smiled joyfully and hummed along to my voice. She got lost on the chords and letters, in my chords and letters.

I played for a little while, maybe a few minutes, and when I finished she just jumped and hugged me. I didn't even have a second to say a single word. She hugged me for a few seconds before pulling away. In our weeks, couple of months in our friendship. Even though she broke the hug, she looked bso amazed and in awe.

"Wow, that was..."

"Strange? Weird? Terr..." I playfully snapped at her, even though I knew she thought it was good and not anything negative, just looking at her face I could tell.

"Are you kidding!" she yelled, shocked. I don't think she knew I was joking around with her. "This is amazing! I can't believe you've never sung to me before!" Even though I knew she loved the song, her comments about it surprised me.

"Did you really like it that much?"

"I didn't like it, I loved it." That moment was the first time we felt really connected with each other. We both knew each other well and seemed like even more than friends. At that moment, before I could even talk, we leaned in closer to each other and kissed, for quite awhile. It felt great, honestly, and that marked the moment I had my first kiss with someone, and maybe even hers. It lasted for awhile, we couldn't break apart from each other and when we finally did, it felt amazing.

"Abella, that was..."

"Horrible, bad, gross?" She said, jokingly, copying what I said before. I just grinned and kissed her again.

We spent our time together for months, while she was still here. The word got out in school that we were officially an item and of course, there was quite a bit of attention drawn towards us, but we just ignored it. They said that we looked cute together, which we actually liked to hear. We just did small cute things, hold hands, sit close next to each other and kissing behind tress where no one could see us. It lasted so long, we got lost in each other, I always knew it was love at first sight. We couldn't escape each other's love, it was unconditional.

We shared many great moments together in a space of six months. We celebrated each other's birthday, getting each other gifts, spending time with each other, it was the best months I've ever had. However, we both knew the end to it would come, we both dreaded it, but we chose to forget about it, until the day come. She had to go home, back to France. We both hated the moments when Abella was preparing to go. I helped her pack and get ready, I was there when she was getting ready to leave.

"Silver." She said, quietly while getting dressed for the flight. "You aren't going to be mad at me. Aren't you." I paused and thought how I would be.

"Never. It wasn't your decision to leave, you could come back when you graduate. I would never be mad at you." I said, walking up to her, hugging her after she put her jacket on. We hugged there for awhile.

"I wish I could see you again." she whispered.

"You do realise I'm going to the airport with you. Seeing you walk to that gate and leave. We can save it for there." She looked at me and nodded, looking a bit emotional.

We both went to the airport in a taxi. I insisted her temporary family that I would take her and they seemed fine with it. We spent time sitting closely to each other in the cab, whispered to each other, sharing the memories we had. One point she gave me her email, I told her I would message her as soon as I get home. Orlando International was 45 minutes away and we passed time by looking at photos of us, even our child photos, which we laughed hysterically about.

"Silver, you look so chubby. Seriously how much did you eat!" She yelled, laughing.

"What about you! Your so different!"

"Do you think I looked better back then."

"Absolutely not." I said, she smiled at me and sighed.

"I'm really going to miss you." she whispered. A tear came out of her eye.

"Please Abella, don't cry for me." I said, hugging her. I admit, I also shed a tear as well. The last six months of us was about to be history, history we didn't want to leave behind.

"I'm sorry, but, I've loved being here with you. I know it's only 6 months of my whole life but it felt like I've known you far longer." the both of us looked at each other, staring into each other's with smiles and faces of sadness.

"I love you Silver" she said to me, sobbing. I kissed her cheek softly.

We finally arrived at Orlando International. It was quite busy as usual, the two of us tipped the taxi driver as we walked out and took out Abella's luggage.

"Hey." The cabbie said to me. "If you want I can wait for you here without any extra charge." I looked at him with a smile.

"That's fine sir. It's going to be awhile." I said while the cabbie waved to me and waited for new passengers to come over.

Abella and I took the luggage and walked to the entrance of the airport, looking for the check in.m

"Silver, it's going to be awhile. Should we get dinner first?" Abella asked me. I looked at the time. Her flight leaves in four hours so I just decided that we should just eat here.

"Sure, why not. Your flights at 10:30 anyway." She smiled and we both walked to the nearest restaurant we could find. It was night at that time and I could remember it being cold that night so we desperately needed a hot drink. We saw a Chinese restaurant a few stores away and we decided to eat there.

We are our dinner in the restaurant. It was mostly filled with foreigners since I couldn't understand the words I was hearing around me. Abella only had a small meal since she was afraid of getting sick on the plane. The place was actually a pretty good restaurant to eat in, the waitress told us that they even get people who aren't even travelling to come to the restaurant, which we thought was crazy.

We were now at the gates of the airport. Abella's plane was parked outside and alot of people waiting, sitting on the waiting seats. However the both of us were sitting next to the window, looking out to the runway of planes taking off, leaving for their new destinations. It was beautiful at night, lights of the planes were quite amazing actually. The two of us just held hands and watched.

"Air France passengers, please line up at gate 3a" Abella and I heard the call and we stared at each other.

"I guess you have to go soon huh." I said, looking at her, trying to pull on smile when it was so hard.

"Yeah, I can't believe it." Abella grabbed both of my hands suddenly and started stroking them. "I'm going to miss you, so fucking bad." she started sobbing. I've rarely heard her swear, only when her emotions were at her strongest, and this was definitely the time.

"Hey." I said to her, she looked up. "It's ok. Just never forget me." We both hugged for a long time and kissed.

"I know, we will keep in touch, but it won't be the same without you standing in front of me." she whispered, I could take it. Seeing her like this made me cry. We didn't care if anyone was watching our emotional moment, because they would just be looking at love at its greatest.

"Final call for Air France passengers at gate 3a."

"You have to go." I said to her. She nodded. We walked closer to the gates and held hands.

"I'm going to miss you my love." Abella said to me.

"Me too." as we finished our words, we kissed, our final one. Our hands left each other, it had never been so emotional to let go of someone's hands, for me that is. Abella started to walk away when she gave me an envelope with my name on it.

"Read it after I take off. I will miss you so much. Bye, my sweet, Silver." She cried, smiling while leaving for the plane.

"See you." I said back, sobbing a bit. That was now history, the item we had was sold.

I watched Abella's plane take off from the run way. I waved bye when it did and I think she would have as well, even if I couldn't see her. The love we had, is now flying away. As I saw it fly away, I opened the envelope and there was a letter there with hearts and birds in the corners. It read:

To my darling,

I know I was just an exchange student from France, staying in the USA for 6 months, but I somehow fell upon the spell you had. I fell into it, I was your princess, only it wasn't a dream fairy tail, it was reality, and it honestly sucks. The day I met you, I knew you were special and that time you sang for me, I knew I was right, you were my fairytale, even if you didn't have a steed or a castle to call yourself King. I love you Silver and I always have, I will never forget you, not even at my oldest age. I cherish every moment we had, every picture, and every word that was said between us. One day, I wish to revisit the fairytale kingdom you had, to be under the spell I loved so much. But for now, as reality kicks in, it may be a goodbye, but it's not goodbye to us. We still love each other, no matter what. It might not be the same kind of love, but the presence of it will still remain.

I love you Silver, no chords or letters could describe how much I do. I'll never forget you.

Love, Abella. Your love.

I folded up the letter and started crying on the table. I didn't realise how much I actually missed her until she left my life. It didn't feel the same without her. I cried for quite sometime and I decided to write on the other side of the letter.

I loved you, with all my heart. No song could describe it, no words can too but I will say one thing,

Your chords and letters will always be stuck with me, forever.

I knew it was small, but I was emotional at that time and couldn't write anymore.

I took a cab home and laid in my bed. I had her email but I never wrote to her, I cried if I tried, and to this day I still haven't. I went to school again but it felt strange without her, but I still had friends beside me.

"She left huh?" The cat next to me said, Blaze. She still stuck with me, after all I had been through. At that moment, I looked down to the ground and nodded.

"I'm sorry." she said, making sure she cared for me. She stuck with me all these years. I'm grateful for that.